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It's Juneteenth yall. And I'm not letting this day go unmarked.

Black people fight for everybody. We stand in solidarity with women, lgbt people, poor people all over the world of every skin color and background. Every religion and nationality.

Today, stand with us. Be with us. Tell a black person you love them. Hug a black person (with consent). Ask that hot black girl out today. Make a black person smile. Black lives matter to everybody and you matter to us.

Stand with us on Juneteenth like we stand with you all year round, and I hope a happy Pride month continues for all of us

💝

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Slightly more suggestive under cut

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Yall there is a girl in my class and I found out today she was a lesbian and bout had a stroke😭 I didnt know what to do or say like this is the first time I've met a woman that wasn't straight😭😭 she cool tho so that's fun

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And do I imagine Stone having abandonment issues ? Yes, I do, I usually slot it between the time I wake up and when I get up to brush my teeth

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i love being a fag and a pansy and a fairy and a pervert and awhat who the fuck is egg bacon

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day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

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uuuhhhhhh ruminating on nikolai again and im hormonal and I stalked @quarterlifekitty 's nikolai tag about a hundred times so uhhhhhhh...gross daddy kink with nik 🤗 yay! (18+ nsfw below the cut)

CW: daddy kink (nik brings it out of me....like nasty, so im so sorry), overstimulation, could be perceived as non-con ish but it isn't I promise (he loves you, you love this behavior, everyone is happy) aannnd no aftercare written (only bc i didn't feel like writing it :) but he did take care of you afterwards, i promise) also first time writing smut so bad writing TW

Curled up at Nik's side, your cheek squished up against the dense hair that coats his chest as his fingers work their way into your tight, clenching heat. The little whimpers and mewls that escape from your mouth only serve to spur him on, but when your hips begin to wriggle, he brings his large paw to grip your ass and hold you in place on his fingers.

He chuckles softly at the quiet keen you let out, and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head to soothe you as he scissors his fingers inside of you. "Shhh, kotenok...you need to sit still for your papochka, hm? So tight...I wouldn't want to hurt my sweet girl just because she can't be patient."

"I am being patient..." You murmur breathlessly, your tone turning slightly petulant as you tilt your head up to press tiny, pleading kisses to his jaw. "I want more, please, daddy. I can take it, I promise."

You feel his voice rather than hear it - his deep, rumbling voice reverberating through his chest and straight to your core as he coos quietly at you. "I know you think you can handle it, but papochka knows what you need, baby. Just be a good little girl for me and take what I give you."

But you just can't listen. You're always so good for him, but you had a really hard day :(, so after a couple more minutes (thirty seconds) you can't help it when you start to grind down on his fingers, groaning softly as you finally get him to punch against that spongey spot inside of you that has you sighing in relief.

He tuts quietly at your disobedience, but he can't help but huff in amusement at the way you bounce yourself on his thick fingers, barely even giving him a thought as you pant against his neck. He's always loved that you felt comfortable enough to push against him and his rules, especially since you were a jumpy little thing when he first got his hands on you - always asking him for directions and doing everything he said to a T. He's finally gotten you to relax enough to take what you need from him, even if it means you end up acting like a brat sometimes. But he's never been the type of man to punish bratty behavior...no, no, no. He loves spoiling his sweet malyshka! So if you want more? He'll give it to you.

No matter what.

And now that you've got your knees pressed next to your ears, feet dangling over his shoulders as he rams his cock into you, your little fists are weakly pushing against his chest as you whine about it being 'too much'.

"Oh, but isn't this what you wanted, malyshka? I thought you could take it, big girl. You promised me." He croons in a condescending tone, pulling one of your hands away from his chest to press a gentle kiss to it as you continue to whimper pathetically. When a tear begins to slip down your cheek, he swoops in and licks it right up, causing you to let out a little whine of discontent and a soft little 'gross' - but he can feel how tightly you clench around him at the action. "Mmh...so sweet, milaya."

And when he's made you cum more times than you can count - battering your poor, squelching cunt to its limit - you try to wriggle away from him. He just lets out a deep, rumbling laugh at your weak attempt to get away, eying you like you're an unruly kitten who doesn't know any better.

"Ah, ah, ah..." He tuts gently at you, tugging your hips back to slam you down on the bed so he can work his cock back inside of you. "No running, kotenok. You don't go anywhere until I say so. Come on, listen to your daddy."

You're nearly blacked out by the time he finally stops. Your trembling hands reach down between your legs to guard your throbbing pussy even though you know he's done - he's already rolled over to reach for his cigarettes and lighter, pulling you tight to his side as he flicks his thumb until the end of his stick glows orange.

He tosses the lighter off to the side before taking a deep drag and tilting your chin up to look at him. He blows his smoke out of the corner of his mouth to 'not ruin your pretty lungs', as he always says - but you're not sure how much good it does when he uses the same hand that holds the cigarette to trace his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears that still slip from your eyes.

"Say 'thank you, papochka' " He grunts in that sweet, patronizing voice that always turns you on more than you care to admit. When you stay silent, too fucked-out to even bring yourself to think, he brings one of his hands up to squeeze the fat of your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout and pulling a soft gasp out of you. "Go on. Say it, little girl."

You choke out something between a moan and a sob, and it takes you a second to form the words "th-thank you, papochka" before your resigned back to a panting, sweaty mess as he pats your cheek affectionately.

"Ah, good. So you can listen."

nsfw (p!link) visual for the first position he's got you in (full cred to @codnasties for the vid even though its for price)

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Ghehehehe

They're so silly I cant 😭

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Should I continue this?

The Shifter's Prophecy: Eirene Lilith and the Battle of Destiny.

The prophecy began with a wolf who saw death, a deer who danced with it, and a demon determined to make it final.

Me, I’m the wolf. I never asked for this. While some may call it a gift I call it a curse. But it doesn’t matter what I call it. It will always be mine. I see how people die. I see it when I shake their hand, when I meet their eyes, sometimes by just walking too close. It never comes gently. Snapped necks. Lungs full of water. Fire eating skin. And sometimes, its worse quiet endings that leave behind wreckage only the living feel.

In the beginning I tried to stay out of it honestly I did. But every time I stepped in, every time I saved someone, I felt Morgo’s fury. He likes his deaths clean and inevitable. He doesn't like me.

Then came Darian. I found him in the woods, sprawled across a mossy boulder like he belonged there, all limbs and attitude and impossible calm. He smiled at me like we’d been friends in a past life. Maybe we had. Maybe he died before I could save him as well. 

“You’re brooding again.” he said, plucking a leaf from his hair without looking at me. “It makes your face all tight.” 

“I’m thinking.” I muttered. “Someone died here. Recently.” He tilted his head. “You saw it?” I nod. “Morgo was involved. This one was personal.” 

“Of course he was,” Darian said, sighing. “He’s so clingy and dramatic.” He never seems to take anything seriously. It drives me insane. But underneath the jokes, there's something broken in him. Something I understand too well. I turned away from him and whispered, “I saw myself die.” That got his attention. The air stilled. “You were there.” I added. And just like that his grin slipped just for a moment. “What happened?” he asks quietly. “Morgo. The vision wasn’t very clear but I saw Morgo’s claws dig into my stomach then everything went black.” Darian is silent for a few seconds before he says “I need to go.” I turn my head towards him to argue only to see he’s already left. I sigh and sit on the ground remembering how we first met. I remember it just like it was yesterday. 

I was walking through the woods after saving a hiker from falling to his death. Once I found a nice looking spot I transformed back into a wolf and laid down. I must’ve dozed off at some point because when I awoke beside me laid a deer. I thought “This deer must be dumb. Can’t it see I’m a vicious predator?” I nudged the deer with my muzzle. He smelt like grass and pine needles. The deer opened its eyes as it looked at me. I growled trying to show the deer I was dangerous but it just stared at me as it shifted into a human. 

The prettiest human I had ever seen. He had curly brown hair, those gorgeous green eyes, smooth olive skin. He looked at me expectantly and I realized he was waiting for me to shift as well.  I stood up and shifted back into my human form. He smiled at me with his perfectly straight teeth. I rolled my eyes as he motioned for me to sit down. I sat in front of him. “So why are you sleeping in my spot, wolfie?” I growled “I have a name and this isn't your spot. You don’t own the woods.” 

He chucked “Defensive aren’t you? What’s your name?” I sat in silence for a few seconds before telling him my name. “My name’s Eirene. What’s yours?” He kept smiling that stupid smile of his and said “My names Darian. Nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out and I reluctantly shook it. I knew at that moment that he was going to be a problem. 

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Your Honor I love him‼️

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May the purrito kitties send you good vibes and remember you can’t outlive your enemy’s if you’re dehydrated!

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